Mudblood

"Mudblood." That's the sentence I always had to hear come from your lips. I really didn't mind it though... I thought of it as a pet name you gave me. Maybe someday, you'd use the term "Mudblood" to me like I were your love.

The day that I first noticed your eyes were so full of love towards me instead of malice, I could have flown over the moon. I tried to convince all my roommates that you really did love me. But they only scoffed. They didn't think you could ever really love the girl you only referred to as 'Mudblood.' Sometimes I believed them. But other times, you'd call me a Mudblood, and I knew that it was code for calling me 'Love'.

I always loved you.

Ginny saw me glance at you wistfully many times. She figured out my love for you and tried to advise me that it just wasn't possible for your feelings towards me to be anything but detestation. But I knew the truth.

You loved me, didn't you?

I knew it all along. When you found me in the forest, I could sense the dark magic on you. You had just come from a Death Eater meeting and you didn't even bother to hide the fact. Maybe you thought it was something to be proud of...

I had been waiting for you. Of course when you showed up, I panicked and immediately acted like I were unconscious. You felt it your duty to wake me up.

As soon as your hands began to undo my shirt, I feigned waking from a dream. I screamed into your mouth as you roughly kissed me in love, hitting every time I let out a sound. You did love me though. Ginny tired to tell me that you only kissed me as a mark that you owned me.

You didn't need to steal me like that. Love is supposed to involve joy, happiness, and ecstasy, not fear, pain, and force. It's not suppose to involve being beaten, receiving a blow every time you cry out, and being held down as your blood mixes with your tears and runs red through the dirt and grass beneath you.

"Mudblood..." It was the word on your lips as you pleasured yourself with my willing body. "Mudblood..." your hand was nearly smothering me. You must have thought I could breathe- but you didn't realize that it was keeping my sounds of bliss away from your ears. I was your love and you couldn't hear me as we made love for my very first time...

When you finished with me, you just left me there, bleeding and crying. Why couldn't I stop crying? I loved you more than the world itself and yet... tears streamed down my face. I cleaned myself off with my robe, leaving it stained with my blood in that forest.

Harry nearly stalked off to kill you, my love, as he saw me. I didn't understand why he couldn't see the fact we were made for each other. You and I- a Mudblood and a pure, perfect Wizard... we were meant to be...

In my dreams, I can still feel the hurt as I watched Ron tell McGonagall. I remember seeing her ask to talk to him and me together. Snape was most willing to let us use his office, but he only wanted to hear the story. I felt the tears come again as McGonagall relived my night with vigorous detail. How she knew all the details of our passion, I'll never really know. Snape scolded you, my love. He said you were a disgrace.

And then he took you away from me forever.

My love for you will never die. You tainted me with your love and your obsession. Years after you were forced to leave me, I know I'm still be able to recount each detail... We could have been so happily in love...

Draco and his Mudblood...